81: Who told you to be my lord?

The Silver Wolf King's wail, acting like a catalyst, quickly spread across the battlefield.

Every magical beast and wild animal that heard this sound instinctively looked toward the Silver Wolf King's location.

In the next moment, the image of the Silver Wolf King collapsed on the ground, its body soaked in blood, entered their sight. They instantly realized... the King was dead!

The neural response brought by terror caused their pupils to contract sharply, and their bodies froze in place.

And the one who killed the King was the human on horseback nearby. Red, exuding a terrifying aura, held a blood-stained longsword and looked at everything before him indifferently, his expression still calm.

But the excitement deep in his eyes showed that he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

This satisfying feeling of showing off was something he had learned from Lister, and today he finally put it into practice. He had to admit, it was indeed a unique kind of thrill.

Not far away, Lister and his group, who witnessed this scene, also showed expressions of shock, just like the magical beasts and wild animals.

However, the difference was that their shock did not contain terror; instead, it was filled with the joy of victory.

A second later, Lister, being the first to react, did not miss this perfect opportunity to harvest.

Terrifying wind elemental energy gathered frantically toward the spear in his hand. The moment it touched the shaft, it merged with the Battle Qi energy attached to it.

Roar—!

As the sound of a storm tearing through the air, like a dragon's roar, echoed through the sky, a blue 'Storm Dragon' charged toward the densest part of the beast pack, devouring everything in its path.

The violent roar instantly jolted the beast pack, which had been dazed by terror.

Seeing the terrifying 'Storm Dragon' sweeping toward them, a large number of magical beasts and wild animals in its path felt the chill of death.

Without the slightest thought of fighting back, they drove their bodies with all their might, wanting to flee the area quickly.

But the 'Storm Dragon' was too fast, giving them no chance to escape.

As the first unlucky magical beast closest to it was swallowed and shredded by the 'Storm Dragon', the sounds of flesh and blood being ground up rang out one after another.

The ground surface wherever it passed was overturned by the terrifying power. The already faint, shrill roars of the beasts were drowned out by the sound of the earth shaking.

Not until it had traveled a hundred meters and the 'Storm Dragon' dissipated into the world.

A messy shallow pit, over ten meters wide and a hundred meters long, with a color distinctly different from the ground on either side, appeared before the eyes of all living creatures present.

Red, who was still striking a powerful pose, twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw this.

At this moment, his heart was full of bitterness, but he couldn't say a word.

Forget it, who told you to be my Lord?

With the power brought by this strike, the atmosphere of the battlefield instantly reached its climax.

The terrifying momentum that the beast tide had held was shattered by this single blow.

Spartacus and the other knight-Soldiers, coming to their senses and fearing they wouldn't show enough before Lister, continued to slaughter the surrounding magical beasts and wild animals.

Because the aftereffects of Red's and Lister's skills were too strong, a large number of magical beasts had died, leaving only the non-threatening wild animal packs.

Thus, after scanning the area and finding no formidable magical beasts, Lister led Red and galloped toward the Viscount's castle.

Watching the two approach the castle, the knight-Soldiers of the Viscount Territory on the defensive line couldn't help but feel awe and envy.

While the two were still some distance from the defensive line, the Soldiers instinctively made way for them.

It felt as if Lister and Red were the true master and knight returning to the Viscount Territory's castle.

Viscount Connor, on the roof of the castle, didn't notice this. He was still caught up in the scene of Lister and Red killing the Silver Wolf King and the large pack of beasts.

He had originally wanted to test the strength of Lister and his group, but now he had ended up drawing a 'King Bomb'.

As for a joint counterattack?

Sorry, the beast packs on the battlefield had already begun to scatter and flee frantically; there was no need for any joint counterattack.

Just now, he could have taken advantage of Lister's group's assistance to launch a counterattack and regain some prestige among the people of the Viscount Territory, and it wouldn't even have cost much effort.

After all, the powerful Silver Wolf King and the other magical beasts had already become souls under the hands of Lister and Red, but he had personally squandered this great opportunity.

Now, he felt like he had lifted a stone only to drop it on his own feet, looking exactly like a clown.

While he was feeling despondent, a Soldier ran over quickly to report: "Lord Viscount, Lord Lister Howard, the Lord of Ironthorn Territory, is waiting outside the castle."

"...Oh, quickly, invite him in." Viscount Connor hesitated for a moment before reacting. But after the reporting Soldier turned and left, he suddenly exclaimed: "Ironthorn Territory! Lister Howard! How could it be him!"

He had originally thought that the people who came to help and killed the Silver Wolf King must be a Knight Squad from some Viscount Territory.

Now, the reporting Soldier told him that the ones he thought were knights of a Viscount Territory were actually from a small, barren territory.

There was no helping it; Ironthorn Territory had been far too barren before, and with the joke of Lister's rank being lowered, the surrounding lords were certainly aware of it.

What shocked him even more was that the person he saw releasing that terrifying skill just now was Lister himself, and as a Lord, he had personally come to provide support.

Viscount Connor could say that the shock he felt today was definitely the most he had ever experienced in his life.

While he was immersed in shock, Lister and Red quickly arrived at the castle's top floor under the guidance of a Soldier.

With a brief glance, Lister locked onto the elegantly dressed middle-aged man before him.

With a calm expression, he performed the kingdom's noble etiquette and said, "Lister Howard, the Baron Lord of Ironthorn Territory, greets Your Excellency, Viscount Kimler."

"Greetings, Lord Viscount. I pay my respects to you," Red echoed, bowing.

Hearing this, Viscount Connor snapped out of his shock. While returning the salute, he thanked him with a smile, "Thank you so much, Lord Baron Howard. Without your support, my territory would have suffered a great disaster."

Saying so, he showed a look of great admiration and said, "Truly, the younger generation is to be feared. Your strike just now, Lord Howard, was truly an eye-opener."

"For Ironthorn Territory to have such a powerful Lord like you is truly a great blessing for that barren land."

"You flatter me, Your Excellency, Viscount Kimler." Lister held the hilt of his sword with one hand and said with a composed smile, "If your Knight Squad hadn't been pinning them down from the rear, my Knight Squad would have found it difficult to achieve such proud results."

Viscount Connor was taken aback, then smiled somewhat awkwardly, "Haha, not at all, not at all. Since Lord Howard personally led the team to support us, how could I let you bear the pressure alone?"

Seeing this, Lister sneered inwardly. He had seen exactly what happened on the battlefield.

He said those words just to jab at Viscount Connor, but he hadn't expected the man to be so thick-skinned. This only strengthened his resolve to fleece him.

While the two were exchanging business flatteries, the silhouette of a Knight Squad slowly appeared in the west of the battlefield...